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Submission or Punishment

"Ahh-ummmm-erggg-huuu" I yawn as I wake up very unwillingly. Last night was murder! But at least we found out the cure for the- I mean, uhhh, oh screw it, I'll let you in on the "project". Well, Fred and I call them Skiving Snack-boxes. They're for our joke shop that we plan to put up when we leave Hogwarts. Thanks to Harry of course. When he won the Triwizard Tournament, he gave us the winnings. We're looking at roperty now. We have all kinds of stuff. We reckon that when we have to leave Hogwarts, at least we can still be remembered. We're gonna go down is school history for something! Kind of a sad topic though.

Oh! About the cure. Well, one of the things in the Skiving Snack-boxes is a Nosebleed Nougat. Well, after extensive research (and many a trip to the Hospital Wing) we finally found a cure! So now you won't just shrivel up from blood loss. We no longer have to sell it cheap, although we weren't selling many anyway. So, eat the half that gives you nosebleed, it gets you out of class, then pop in the other half, and your cured, free to walk around the school at your leisure! Are we brilliant or what? And that's not all. We have Fainting Fancies, (well, only the symptom part, no cure,) Puking Pastilles, and tons more! We have everything you need to be a top notch pranker. We improved the Dung-Bomb, made eavesdropping possible from half way across the room, and we are close to making our own Marauders' Map. (Ah, Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs, we owe them so much!) And we owe it all to Harry! Of course, were not supposed to tell any one.

Although, I'm kind of worried. I mean, I know we're not model students or anything, and we have broken a few laws, (no we haven't murdered anyone) but still. Why would Fred lie to me?

Oh don't give me that look. Of course I knew! Being twins, you get to learn a lot about each other. I know when he's lying. I guess he knows when I'm lying to, but we never show it. He's got some good reason, 'cause we tell each other everything. So I'm not worried. But should I be? Well, I guess I should be more worried about that Umbridge woman. I think we're in for hell today. Nice start to the morning, isn't it?

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When Fred finally rolls himself out of bed, we make our way to the Great Hall. We spot Harry, Hermione, and Ron. As we near them, we notice Harry looks slightly upset. We sit opposite them and begin piling our plates. Hermione appears to be comforting Harry.

"So wassup?" I ask with food in my mouth. Hermione glares reproachfully at us. But before she can start raving about house-elves, Harry speaks.

"Seamus and I had a row last night. His mum thinks I was lying about Voldemort and Cedric."

"Well, I assume they'll realize you're right when a Death Eater pops up at their house and-"

"Oh stop it Fred! That isn't funny and you know it! You know as well as I do that that could very well happen." Of course, Hermione is taking things too seriously. Honestly, I really think she doesn't understand how or what a joke is.

"Come on, we don't really want him to die. Although that would be undeniable proof." I say. Harry laughs, but Hermione just mutters, "Honestly…" Ron hasn't said anything, probably hoping we won't notice him. We don't consider him a threat just because he's a prefect. He knows that. So he tries to remain hidden when we're around.

"Oh! I almost forgot! What was this doing in the Common Room?" Hermione whips out one our 'Galleons of Galleons!' posters we put up for people to come try our Skiving Snackboxes. Or rather, first years to be our paid lab-rats. "You can't go around giving these to people! I only know of some of the stuff, but what if you made one of the students faint and put them in a coma! And who knows what else you have!"

"We do. Hermione, come-on! There perfectly safe! Oh that reminds me. I over heard Ronnie saying he'd like us to hurry it up a bit. They're also perfectly safe as well, but we will make you pay more."

"Why me?" Ron asks defensively.

"Because you're a failure to the family." Fred replies. I laugh at that. Ron's ears turn red, and he stuffs his mouth with food.

"Well, I guess we'd better go, we've done enough damage hear." Fred says standing up. I suppose it's because he doesn't want to spend anymore time than necessary arguing with Hermione. Why is she so protective of first years when she doesn't even know them? Oh well, on to class. We try to leave, but Hermione stops us again. We both roll our eyes and look at her.

"And another thing. Why on Earth didn't you try to be friends with that Slytherin girl? I keep telling you that we need to try a little more inter-house-"

We turn and leave as Hermione yells at our backs. Its like we never left home. Our bloody mother followed us.

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Even though we ran the whole time, Fred and I were almost late. (I don't think I need to tell you that we weren't in hurry to start class.) The class is rather loud due to Umbridge's absence. Crap! The door suddenly flies open and she emerges, menacingly, and strides to the front of the classroom. Now it's quiet. Really quiet. All eyes are on us, or Umbridge. The Slytherin girl is staring at us, I notice. Well, our general direction; she's making sure not to make eye contact with me.

"Good morning, class!" I still can't believe that high-pitched girly voice comes out of a toad like Umbridge! A few people mutter good morning back, but thankfully that's enough for Umbridge.

"Well, today we are going to explore the spell, "Arirar posseum". A simple spell that enables you to momentarily place the creature you cast the spell on in what ever pose you find suitable. Oh, Mr. Jordan." She says, startling Fred, Lee, and I. "You couldn't possibly think that we would be using wands today, could you? Trying a dangerous spell like that in a clas room? Oh, my oh, my; now that simply won't do."

Ours aren't the only faces looking crestfallen.

"Now everyone take out your book and begin reading pages 20 to 40. Come on then! Chop chop!"

I hate her voice.

For the next hour Fred, Lee and I stared at each other between reading all about how Marvin S-something found out how to make the spell and all this other stuff we will never again use in our lives. I mean come on! Fred and I had been figuring out spells for years, but do we have a book about us? Oh, well, never mind then…

All of a sudden, she puts one hand on my shoulder, and the other on Fred's. I suppose Lee is very thankful he's sitting on the far right.

"I would very much like to speak with the two of you after class about your little disruption the other day." she said. You could almost see the poison dripping off the words.

"Ah, yes, we've been meaning to speak to you about that." My brother replies, without even taking his eyes off the book. "I think we can make some time, eh George?" All right! That's sure to piss her off! I try to keep from laughing but Umbridge's shocked face is making hard.

"I think that fits our schedule just fine," I say. Must-not-laugh. I can tell that this is not the reaction Umbridge was expecting. "Yeah, if we could borrow some of your time later it would be most helpful."

I thought we had kept our little 'conversation' rather low, but it seems everyone in the room has noticed Umbridge's close proximity to us. That Slytherin girl is looking in our general direction but still making sure not to make eye contact with me. I can feel the Toad's fingers squeezing my shoulder harder and harder. "Well, you may take all the time you need so that we may become clear with each other," said Umbridge. The way she said 'clear' made it sound like there would be little discussing, but mostly reprimanding. Oh well, Fred and I actually take pride in the various punishments we've endured. Especially Snape's. I don't think he has any idea how much stuff we were supposed to clean up that sort of found its way into our pockets. And no good prank is complete without a good punishment; otherwise it would be too easy.

And then, all too soon, it was time for class change. Some of those leaving give us encouraging smiles, whiles others (mostly Slytherins) laugh at us and smirked. Lee gave us the thumbs up. Lucky stiff. We answered the encouraging ones with a nod or grin, and the others we flipped off under the table. As the Slytherin girl passed our table, she looks at the both of us, and winks! That was weird. Well, we have more important things to talk about.

Umbridge returns to her desk once everyone leaves. Well, it's time.

"Come here, you two, no need to be shy!" As she says this she waved her wand at the two nearest chairs and drags them even closer by saying Accio chair! (It's rather a hobby of mine to closely examine people using a spell I'm not familiar with in case I can use it to my benefit.) So Fred and I stand up and move closer to her. I'm not about to let a toad of a women get to me. But I really don't want to sit that close to her either. We walk up to her with an I-don't-really-care-what-you-do look that gets on most people's nerves. However, I don't think that Umbridge will crack under the normal circumstances. I know it will take much more.

"Well, well, well, where to start? How about with that ludicrous idea you tried to disturb the class with the other day? How would you like to explain that?" Umbridge begins.

"Well, you see we would like to ask you the same question. Since when did Harry become a raving loony after he's stopped You-Know-Who three times when your Ministry of Magic couldn't even find out he was attacking students at Hogwarts and did nothing to help?" I start off. Umbridge seems like she was about to answer but Fred butts in.

"And even though you have published hundreds of stories about him being a hero in the Daily Prophet you would turn right around and lie about him calling him mad? I thought Rita Skeeter was the only hag who printed false rubbish like that about people, but it looks like the Ministry is full of them." I know he's not talking about dad, but he gives me a slight look to let me know he's not anyway.

Her flabby face becomes slightly red with frustration. "It has still not been proven that those account are accurate. And if any such activity that might have taken place occurred, an official should have been notified."

"Yeah! Well, seeing as you're here, it gives us great comfort to know that he did the right thing by not involving the Ministry. Fat load of help you are." Fred says hotly.

"Why you-!" She begins, and then calms down saying, "It is help enough that you can finally have a decent teacher in a safe environment, which you should be thankful for, Mr. Weasley. May I add that the occurrences at this school are very over-exaggerated and I highly doubt that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could have gotten past the protection of the many teachers and not be noticed, or have taken refuge in some underground chamber? Those stories have no veracity."

That's it. I can't take that last comment.

"So you're saying…" I begin, trying not to yell in rage. How dare she… that stupid, lying, toad! "You're, suggesting, that Ginny Weasley, my sister, being taken down there where she would have died, is a lie? Do you have any idea what its like to think that someone that close to you is going to die, who's right under your nose, and you cant do anything to save them? Do you know what your implying by saying that it never occurred?" I stand up and slam my hands done on her desk. "You weren't there! You have no idea what happened! How can you sit there and decide things like that! How could you possibly know when you weren't even here! MY SISTER ALMOST DIED AND YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST DISMISS THAT?" I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. Ginny's always been close to me and Fred. I can't stand for anyone pretending that she was never in danger. Then Fred stands up beside me.

"I don't really care what the Ministry has told you," he says. "I don't care that you weren't there. I don't give a damn. But if you try to make us believe that our own sister was in no danger and that the worst feelings we had ever experienced were made up in our head? Ask anyone in this school. They'll all tell you the same. Ginny was taken by Voldemort, and he was in this very school."

That was the most serious I have ever heard Fred. I stare blankly at him for a moment, then go back to glaring at Umbridge. She seems taken aback and doesn't know what to do. Then she smiles. A really evil smile. She stands up and says in her most annoying, girly voice, "At the next class you are to apologize to the entire class. You will tell them that He-Must-Not-Be-Named has not returned, that Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident, and that Harry Potter is someone not to be trusted. You will say this at the beginning of our next class. If you refuse you will receive, regretful punishment." She's smiling. That repulsive woman thinks she can force us into this. She has no idea who we are.

Fred smiles at her calmly, and says, "Frankly, I would rather die. Please have your 'punishment' ready for us at the start of class."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so quick to choose that. My detentions are not to be taken lightly." Umbridge replies. So, she's trying to scare us into giving in. I give her a grin to match Fred's and say, "Well, just don't forget. We don't want to have to wait for you to decide." And with that, Fred and I turn and walk out of her classroom.

I close the door behind us, thinking over our little conference. What ever her punishment is, I know we chose right. I'm still secretly fuming. We walk a little down the hall and suddenly Fred turns around and punches the wall. I'm shocked that he'd do something like that. I mean I could tell he was mad, but still this is Fred. He's just standing there, glaring fiercely. A few seconds later, he relaxes his arm and smiles sheepishly. "Ouch. I now regret doing that." He takes his hand away from the wall and holds it. "You know, I'll never forgive her. For what she said about Ginny, or Harry."

"Oh, we will make her pay. But for now, let's just see how things turn out, ok?"

"Right yeah." Fred mumbles back. Then he smiles. "Guess what class we're missing?" I really have no idea, so I ask him. "Potions. I don't know whether to be happy or disappointed. Potions is our least favorite class, but Snape is bloody evil if you're late for his classes. But neither of us is really concentrating on that. Bloody toad-woman…

Ok! I did it! Finishing at 11:06 tonight! I'm sorry to keep you all waiting. bows I've been so busy and depressed. I'm sorry I made you wait! Please review. CC helps me not look like an idiot!

Megan